I'm waking up to find you gone,
Absent in all but my memories,
Alone with none but my enemies.
Nothing but photographs to look upon.
And sitting here, so solitary,
I wish I wasn't so alone.
I want to prove how much I've grown,
But mistakes have made me wary.
No blame to cast on others,
Nor can I weep for my loss.
For I am Jesus upon my cross,
A martyr with self destructive spurs.
My problems are my only friends,
For they are what they should be.
The only x-ray of my personality,
That stick to the bitter end.
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